Confessions
Sorry for a really short chapter, but my computer crashed and I lost all my chapters. I just got my laptop back yesterday and I haven't had time to rewrite them.
I should be writing more next weekend and don't worry, I haven't forgotten this fic!
Chapter 20: Confessions
“Why’d you kiss me?” I finally blurted out. Conversation had reduced to an eerie silence after we had run the blockade, but my curiosity was pushing its limits. I saw House cringe slightly as if he had been dreading the question while Cuddy glanced at me out of the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the road.
“Don’t you think we should talk about this later?” He eluded, but I wasn’t going to back down.
“No. We need to talk about this now. They could have an army up on the other side for all we know and I need to know before-if anything…happens.” I watched House’s reaction in the rearview mirror. He was looking for a suitable answer that would satisfy my curiosity. He didn’t find one.
“I kissed you cause I wanted to.” He said obviously unsatisfied with his own pitiful excuse. I frowned. “Now where is the switch to turn on the headlights?” He pondered out loud as he searched the control panel.
“Nice try. Stop evading and just tell me.” I stated calmly.
“How bout you shut up? I’m driving, so I can kill us!” He warned, but he knew I had the upper-hand. House sighed, his expression that of defeat. “What do you want me to say?” He asked weakly.
“I want you to tell the truth!” I exclaimed, curious as to why he wouldn’t tell me.
“Well why’d you kiss me back?” He evaded while trying to shove the pressure onto me.
“Just tell me House. It’s a simple question. It’s not like I’m asking you to explain the meaning of life,” I took a breath to calm myself, “I just want to know why you kissed me.” Cuddy just sat there in the middle, bewildered.
“Life has no meaning,” he mumbled. He looked up into the rearview mirror and made eye contact briefly before casting his gaze out the window. His cheeks were visibly red.
“You like me?” I stated more as a statement than a question.
“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I only liked you.” He muttered. My eyes widened at his answer. I began to rub the back of my neck nervously.
“Wait…so…y-you love me?” I asked in disbelief.
“Love is such a strong word…” House said, turning his eyes back to the mirror, “so…yeah I love you.” He hurried anxiously, but his eyes watched my reflection intently. I tensed under his gaze. He broke eye contact and the silence returned. He loves me.
Next Chapter: Eavesdropping
Also...
HOUSE M.D. IS RETURNING! YAY! I CAN'T WAIT!